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A meltdown is when the emotions inside me built up to a point that I can no longer control them. It usually happens when I am frustrated, scared, angry or if I perceive a threat (a threat to me could be someone telling me I did something wrong). When this happens words fill my head: things I want to say (but can’t), things you’ve just said to me. These words fill my head until I can’t think anymore and they finally break free as tears.

I have only had five or six public meltdowns as an adult (that I can remember). Most times I can feel it coming and remove myself from the situation or I can talk myself down: “You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry.” I repeat that mantra until I eventually calm down or sometimes cry. It seems like working with difficult bosses or people makes me more vulnerable to melt downs.

Like the one I had in the Meijer backroom when I worked there. They manager would not let me go home after I hurt my knee (on the job, no less). I was so angry and frustrated that I ended up hiding in the racks of shoes in the back room crying until my friend found me and asked me what’s wrong. Most times I can get to a bathroom or any other hidden place and have it privately, but sometimes I can’t get away and I panic and say crazy things or do crazy things just to get away.

Like the time at the bookstore when my friend got fired, but I was her ride. The manager told me to drive her home and come back to work. My friend getting fired started the melt down, but this time I could actually get my words out and I told him. “Here’s the thing, I’ll take her home, but I’m not coming back. I QUIT!” He was upset, but what could he do to stop me. That is when I uttered the hilarious and now famous (in my little circle of friends) words: “And I’m taking my Kleenex with me!” my friend and I stormed out Kleenex box in hand. I knew I would need those Kleenex on the way home.

Back then I didn’t know what a “meltdown” was. I always just thought everyone had these little insane attacks of not knowing what to say and crying for no apparent reason. I didn’t know crying in front of people wasn’t “normal”. Thinking back now I wonder what people must think when that happens. Do they go home and tell their spouses. “Hey I made a girl cry at work today.” to which there spouse would say. “How nice” and they would continue eating their meal.

Another not-so-hilarious meltdown occurred when I worked at Borders. (not to be confused with the bookstore mentioned earlier) I was older and medicated when this meltdown happened. I was working the Info desk, I took a call and the customer was frustrated with me because I couldn’t hear what she was saying. She said “Are you stupid? I said…” and repeated what she said which I still didn’t understand. (My hearing difficulties are much worse on the phone…no lips to read) to which I replied. “Please Hold” Put her on hold and picked up the radio mic clipped to my lanyard. I asked if someone could please take the call on line one because I couldn’t understand her and she was a bitch. (I had never swore on the floor at work and I was always extremely courteous to all the customers, so hearing me say that on the floor must have been a red flag for my coworkers) I ran to the break room and threw myself on the couch in tears. A manager got me and took me in the office to help me calm down. (God, just writing about these experiences are making me teary eyed.) The thing that calmed me down the most that time was when my friend James knocked on the door bringing me a Coke, to help me calm down. He didn’t know it, but when I drink (Coke, water, anything) it helps me push the tears back, plus I thought it was really sweet of him. J

My meltdowns most of the time only involve crying. Although sometimes (not as much as they used to) they involve self injury. (Self injury meaning cutting, punching or biting myself) Most of that self injury occurred because I felt I was too stupid or not good enough or to punish myself for some wrong that mostly likely no one noticed anyway or because I was just plain angry. (That also leads to another long story about my self-injury or “cutting” problem which is a topic for another time. Don’t worry I haven’t cut myself in over 10 years) I don’t know how to express anger. I’m supposed to be working on that. L Although I do have my poetry and my journal entries, some of these are very anger-filled

The quote was from The Incredible Hulk TV series which was my favorite show growing up until Quantum Leap came out then I was a Leap girl, but I NEVER lost my love for Bill Bixby & Lou Ferrigno, even though Lou made me cry at a Comic Con. (He told me it cost money to have my picture taken with him after I just spent all the money I had on an autographed head shot of him.) Luckily my brother was there to talk me down from that meltdown. See that is what I mean something that little and insignificant sent me into a vortex of emotions. I was angry; I was sad; I was disappointed; but because I don’t know how to express those emotions they just came out in tears. I have seen the Hulk inside of me though, she’s been out once or twice and she’s not pretty.

Another thing that causes meltdowns in me is routines and schedules. I need to know what I’m doing every day before I do it. I need a clear plan; a schedule for the day’s events and deviating from that schedule could be catastrophic. If you tell me we’re going to Applebee’s and then at the last minute decide to go somewhere else. I ‘freak out’ (mostly I’ve learned to internalize the freak out which is probably not good, but at least I don’t get embarrassed for melting down in front of people) I’ve also learned over the years to have a contingency plan for restaurants. I plan what I’m going to eat at each one that we could possibly go to that way it won’t be as bad if plans change. Just watch out if God forbid the restaurant we finally decide to go to stops carrying my go-to-meal, it’s more devastating to me when that happens and therefore harder to control my melt down.

Another example of routine breaking caused meltdowns…. I had a boyfriend once who would constantly make plans with me and then not show up. Normally people would think how rude and feel slighted. Not me I would be constantly peeking out the window “Is that him? Is he here finally?” As the day progressed with no word I would get sadder and sadder until I finally broke down in tears. I was sure that his not showing up meant it was over between us and he no longer wanted to be my boyfriend. I wrote a poem about that. (I write poems about everything can you tell?)

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The poems in this blog are mostly fiction. Many are based on true events, but are way over exaggerated. I wrote these poems to express my pain real or imagined. I may have been depressed when i wrote a lot of them, but i have since gone to therapy and gotten the help i needed. I urge you if you feel depressed to seek help. There is hope, there is a light at the end of that dark tunnel.